In case anyone is wondering, life is good.
My life IS good.
That is the forgotten message, isn’t it? That we have been reborn? It is, but the message is all too often that we are bad, sold into bondage, and we’ll just have to hold on until the Lord returns. In some sense, yes, that’s true.
But if we have not been freed, have not been set loose as an “Army of The Redeemed”, why would the serpent wage war against us? I mean, if we were harmless, hopelessly enslaved minions, he could save his energy. But he doesn’t.
Revelation 12 says;
10 Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say:
“Now have come the salvation and the power
and the kingdom of our God,
and the authority of his Messiah.
For the accuser of our brothers and sisters,
who accuses them before our God day and night,
has been hurled down.
11 They triumphed over him
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony;
they did not love their lives so much
as to shrink from death.
17 Then the dragon was enraged at the woman and went off to wage war against the rest of her offspring—those who keep God’s commands and hold fast their testimony about Jesus.
They triumphed over him. Here on earth. After he had been hurled down.
By the Blood of the Lamb, and the word of their testimony. Because they did not shrink from death.
What does this mean? Testimony, as used often in the New Testament, is the word marturio. Where we get our common English word martyr. Your testimony is the vehicle by which your blood may be shed. Does my testimony shine so clearly that the only way to avoid it is to either hear it and be changed, or to kill me?
Not yet. May it be so.
So the admonition in Hebrews begins to make sense, where we are told that we have not yet resisted to the shedding of blood. It’s not someone else’s blood that could be shed, it is our own.
Our testimony of Jesus, in the right place and time, can result in the shedding of our blood.
So the battle rages on, here on this earth, between the Children of God and the serpent. I’ve heard others say that when they understood this, the happenings of life made sense. Only against the backdrop of war can the wounds you’ve taken begin to make sense. Only when you understand that there is an enemy, does the battle appear to be so.
I spoke to a woman the other night who said that when she finally understood that the voices of doubt and belittlement, of shame and self-loathing, that she heard her entire life came from the enemy and not God, she was outraged. And determined to wage war against the serpent who had stolen 40 years of her life.
That’s the attitude Jesus is looking for, in me and you.
I learned a lot in that one conversation.
Sometimes God uses a Joan of Arc to shake His people up, to kick them out of neutral, and into battle.
Joan rocks, by the way.
Lunch time is almost over…